Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

The people of Liyue seem to be very sensitive about intimate behavior, and Shen Liang has gradually realized this as well. So this time, he didn't shy away from it at all, and he was actually a little more "polite".

Then Vanan lowered her head and gently bit his lips.

Shen Liang's large, red eyes suddenly widened. Then, unable to resist, their "greetings" deepened until they both closed their eyes, oblivious to their surroundings. Shen Liang instinctively put his arm around Fan Nan's back, his familiarity allowing him to quickly regain the initiative and guide the inexperienced girl.

Liu Yun Jie Feng Zhenjun was dumbfounded, as was Alice, who was still on the ground, and even the classmates who had been serving as a backdrop to various shocks from the beginning.

After a long while, the young couple, who seemed like a perfect match, finally separated. Shen Liang wiped the corners of Fanan's mouth, brushed aside Xiaoyuer's bangs, and then revealed a bright smile.

"Good afternoon, Sister Fanan."

The greeting method, which belonged to "the destiny of the second-in-command of the Sun God," finally came true with the first person.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Today's Meal at Shen Liang's House

While the ancients said that scholars should rise at cockcrow, the teachers at Jigong believe that the morning is the most precious time, a time for jogging, eating breakfast, and preparing breakfast to start each day beautifully. Therefore, Jigong's morning classes are not scheduled for the early morning, but rather after 9 a.m., ensuring that every student gets enough sleep.

It had been three months since Shen Liang arrived at Jigong. He opened his eyes. The room was quiet. The doll girl, who had sensed his awakening, opened her eyes in his arms and quietly said, "Good morning, brother."

"Good morning, are you going to take a shower?"

“Brother, go first. If we go together, it will take up a lot of time, and it will be hard to explain if they come in halfway.” The general got out of the quilt, rolled around in the quilt, blinked his big gray eyes, and said to Shen Liang, “They are already awake and are making breakfast outside, so they may come in at any time.”

Over the past three months, Shen Liang has worked hard to add a separate bathroom to his bedroom. This was something he insisted on. Given his obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, he takes a shower at least four times a day. Not having a dedicated bathroom is as uncomfortable as eating without chopsticks.

At first, Shen Liang didn't mind sharing the shower room with Rosalin, Gan Yu, and others, but as more and more people joined, it became inconvenient. Shen Liang, being an impatient person, didn't want to be sweaty or dirty for even a minute. And there's a very inconvenient logic to sharing a bathroom: it's impossible for everyone to shower together.

With a private bathroom, Shen Liang could save a lot of time, and the two little ones could also take care of themselves at the same time. After all, whether it was the general or the divine child, both little girls had long hair that was troublesome to manage—Shen Liang was the same—so the most convenient thing in this situation was to help each other out, which was much easier than washing themselves.

The downside is that Shen Liang thought this would save time, but most of the time they would stay for a long time before coming out, especially since the bathtub was very spacious, enough to make one feel refreshed and smooth from the hot spring water of Huaqing Pool in the spring chill.

Speaking of "smooth, creamy skin washed by hot spring water," is it really not an obscene phrase? Beautiful young men and women, with skin as smooth as cream and white as flowing light, soak in the warm water, their slender fingers brushing against their waists. Shen Liang, putting himself in their shoes, felt the poem was too blunt.

However, Shen Liang hesitated for a moment, because he realized that he could not only identify with the arrogant and extravagant Emperor Xuanzong, but also with the general and the divine child as the emperor, and he could also identify with the woman whose beauty paled in comparison...

Shen Liang shuddered. Damn, Mistelin said there was an Empress Wu Zetian from the Wu Zhou Dynasty right ahead. Thinking about it, Inazuma was also ruled by a woman; as a male crown prince, his position seemed inherently unstable. Come to think of it, his mother never mentioned passing the throne to him. The General, however, as a puppet inheriting the essence of the Lei Movie, was in a way the Lei Movie's daughter… Inazuma was ruled by a woman; the General probably had a better chance than him, right?

——Tsk.

—But I'm definitely not going to become your Yang Guifei, you bunch of silly little girls! I'm your eternal older brother!

Shen Liang leisurely finished his morning bath, dried his wet long hair, and then let the general blow-dry his hair with an electric current that pierced the air to make it fluffy, soft, and frizz-free. He went outside, where it was warm and the living room was filled with a steaming aroma, and the firewood in the fireplace crackled and popped.

Three girls were busy in the kitchen. Fanan and Ganyu were making snacks for breakfast, while the little fox hopped back and forth between the kitchen and the dining table in the living room, happily arranging the food with its tail wagging.

The weather was warming up, but Ji Palace was high in the mountains, so the temperature was still quite low, and the fireplace was burning almost year-round. There wasn't enough space in the kitchen, so the little fox had also heated several enamel cups filled with sweet, imported milk tea by the fireplace. Hearing Shen Liang leave, the girls all looked up, their cheeks flushed from the warmth of the kitchen and fireplace flames.

"Liang Jun," Gan Yu said gently, "you got up earlier than usual today."

"Hello, Liang'er." Fa Nan smiled back.

Shen Liang rolled his eyes at Fa Nan and went to the kitchen to inspect the group's work. He knew that although Fa Nan and Gan Yu were hundreds of times his age combined, cooking was different from other things. It wasn't something you could do effortlessly just because you had thousands of years of experience; it depended a lot on talent.

Gan Yu was cooking beans with honey, giving them a mild and sweet taste. Shen Liang didn't really like this kind; he preferred beans cooked thoroughly with seasonings as a snack. Each bean was slightly spicy when peeled open, and they were also easy to eat with porridge.

Fanan ignored Ganyu, who couldn't eat meat, and steamed a lot of various vegetarian pastries. She was frying fish fillets with lard. The smell was very tempting. Shen Liang thought for a moment, then took a handful of salt and pepper and sprinkled it on top.

Then he was pushed out by the two girls with laughter, their reasoning being that a grown man shouldn't try to get involved in cooking, and should just wait outside to eat. Shen Liang shrugged. Although he was usually the one who cooked for everyone, it seemed that the girls had finally come to their senses recently, realizing that it was inhumane to always make Shen Liang cook, and had started taking charge of the simplest breakfast.

It wasn't that they were unwilling to take care of lunch and dinner; it was just that the demanding Shen Liang would criticize their cooking skills mercilessly. Even the gentle-natured Fa Nan was almost brought to tears by his scolding. And they had no complaints, after all, Shen Liang was the kind of person who had even sent a telegram to the mighty Thunder God saying, "Sister Ying, if you want to kill me so that the general can succeed to the throne, you can just say so. There's no need to send me a love-filled bento box. I'm afraid that if I dump it in the sewer, the Ji Palace will find out about a large-scale pollution problem."

Shen Liang read a book in the living room for a while, and then Rosalin, still half asleep in her nightgown, came out of her bedroom. Without even opening her eyes, she took off her slippers, climbed onto the sofa, and hugged Shen Liang tightly. Then, her messy golden hair buried itself in Shen Liang's chest, took a deep breath, and yawned, saying, "Ah... I'm alive again. Liang'er's fragrance is so nice; it instantly makes me feel refreshed."

"I only smell of shampoo." Shen Liang disgustedly grabbed Rosalin's unkempt long hair, but the blonde, busty exchange student wouldn't let go. Instead, she hugged her even tighter, grinning as she looked at Fanan in the kitchen. "Huh? What's going on? The princess you finally managed to win over, ready to kiss, hug, and lift her up high, is now in my arms? Wow, that fragrance, that clean little beauty who just took a bath, that smooth hair... Hey, hey, hey, look at me! I'm playing with your princess!"

Fanan smiled gently, showing remarkable magnanimity in ignoring Rosalyn's frivolous behavior. Although she wasn't as physically imposing as Rosalyn, a sexy blonde, her heart, as a Liyue native, was certainly more generous than that of a Mondstadt person.

At this time, all the snacks and breakfast were brought to the coffee table. It was almost time for breakfast, and the general had finished his bath and was waiting by the coffee table. The priestess then distributed the food to everyone.

Shen Liang saw that there was a donkey roll covered in soybean flour on his plate. Just as he was about to pick it up, Shen Zi suddenly snatched it from his chopsticks.

Shen Liang gave the little fox a strange look. The little fox grinned and smiled cutely. "Brother doesn't need to eat this. I made it. It has brown sugar in it. It's not suitable for boys to eat."

Brown sugar is indeed suitable for girls, but there's no rule saying that boys can't eat it, right?

There were only three or four pieces of donkey roll in total, so it was impossible for everyone to get one. Shen Liang assumed it was because the Eightfold Divine Child liked to eat it and didn't care. At this moment, the General and Fa Nan each picked up a piece of donkey roll, and Fa Nan smiled and handed it to Shen Liang, "Liang'er, would you like mine?"

"No need, I actually prefer savory snacks to sweets." Shen Liang wasn't really into pure desserts like donkey rolls.

As the general and Fanan put their own snacks into their mouths, Fanan's expression changed slightly after just one chew.

The general also raised his head, glanced at the little fox who finally couldn't help but laugh so hard he was doubled over, clutching his belly, and his calm eyes revealed...still calm, "The taste is off."

Gan Yu was taken aback, because she had also participated in making this dessert. "It's spoiled?"

"No, there was a problem during the plating process." Fa Nan covered her mouth, her expression a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. After thinking for a while, she suddenly looked up at Yae no Miko, wanting to say something, but subconsciously held back. In the end, she could only helplessly say, "Miko, did you taste this yourself?"

The little fox blinked and grinned mischievously, "Of course, Sister Fanan, I've long been used to eating this."

"I thought it was because you didn't wash your hands this morning... but it turns out it wasn't an accident, it was intentional." Fanan couldn't help but pinch Yae no Miko's little face, pinching it hard, then sighed, "You little rascal ruined such a nice snack!"

“How can you say it’s a waste? This is to remind Sister Fanan of it. Anyway, if you like Brother, you’ll get used to it like me sooner or later.” The little fox said slyly, “I specially saved some from Brother this morning so that you can know what a healthy and vibrant flavor is.”

Fa Nan was so angry that her face turned bright red. She glanced at Shen Liang, who was confused, and then at the others, but she couldn't vent her anger.

This girl is incredibly audacious with her pranks; Fanan knows all too well what that smells like. Back when Shen Liang was burned and became delirious after fighting Oser, the Divine Child and the General showed her how to treat Shen Liang… She'll probably never forget the scene and smell from that memory for the rest of her life.

What do you mean by "it'll happen sooner or later"?

Who cares about whether it'll happen sooner or later! Even if... even if that day really comes, it's okay, I'm okay...

I would never be as shameless, so self-righteous, and so pleased with myself as you are!

While inwardly raging, Fa Nan unconsciously licked his lips.

—However, it seems that it's not actually that hard to accept?

"No, no! This is disgusting! I absolutely cannot accept this! This little fox is too arrogant. Is she taking advantage of my 'senior' status in Liang'er's world to tease me like this? She's just a newly transformed fox spirit! Everyone was right, even if they cultivate to become immortals, fox spirits are still different from bird spirits, deer spirits, and yaksha spirits. They deserve to be discriminated against by the legends and stories circulating in the streets!"

—But it doesn't seem like they're selling their dignity... They seem to be having a lot of fun.

Gan Yu and Rosalin exchanged bewildered glances. "Liang'er's flavor?"

Rosalyn thought this was referring to the little fox's cooking skills being similar to Shen Liang's, and was about to pick one up to taste the saltiness, but as soon as the spoon reached out, Fanan quickly grabbed the whole plate and held it protectively in his arms.

Seeing Rosalin's surprised gaze, Fa Nan gritted his teeth and grabbed all the donkey rolls covered in soybean flour with his bare hands, stuffing them into his mouth until his cheeks were full. He chewed several times before swallowing them with difficulty. Then he glared fiercely at Shen Liang and hurriedly went to get milk tea.

"It can't be that bad. If you like it, you can have it. I won't actually fight you for it." Rosalin was very surprised. It was rare to see such a gentle and humble girl like Fanan so flustered.

The goddess pouted, clearly displeased. "Ah, Sister Fanan is eating alone."

The general swallowed his snack, while she remained calm. After all, even without the donkey roll, she was very familiar with its flavor.

However, she could roughly guess what the little fox was thinking. The divine child certainly couldn't play pranks on everyone; that would be too wicked. She had calculated that Fanan would definitely try to take on everything—in other words, a calculated move.

If we don't finish it all, Gan Yu and the others should have a taste too.

Shen Liang didn't know why Fa Nan was sulking at him, so he went to find someone else to start a conversation.

"Is Ryo-kun not going to morning class again today?"

What class is today?

"The course taught by True Lord Liuyun on how to improve the control of elemental power has always been attended by students from other departments. This is because True Lord Liuyun sometimes gets carried away with his lectures and will introduce a few immortal techniques. For many people who cannot become disciples of immortals, this is a great opportunity to learn some immortal techniques and talismans."

"Improving elemental power? I'm not interested."

"Liang Jun doesn't seem to be interested in any courses that improve combat skills," Gan Yu said with a smile. "A few days ago, Ying Da asked me to pass on a message to you, saying that if you dare to skip her next close combat class, she'll drag you over and use you as a wooden dummy for all the girls in the class."

"Why discriminate against boys?" Shen Liang asked.

Gan Yu smiled and said, "Liang Jun, you never say anything serious."

"I'm just not really interested in improving my combat power. It's not the era of the Demon God War anymore. Being able to fight isn't the most important quality of a god. Besides, I don't need to fight. My mom is much better than me." Shen Liang replied seriously. "Moreover, I'm more than capable of protecting myself. Putting aside everything else, as long as I'm a little serious and don't care about the cost, there's very little that can threaten me."

This is the truth. Shen Liang's fighting power, after disregarding the cost, is even stronger than that of a celestial being like Yaksha, who is famous for his combat prowess. Even among demons, he is definitely not weak.

However, when people mention gods nowadays, their first thought is the Seven Rulers of the Mortal Realm. The Seven Rulers are the seven most powerful gods, but that doesn't mean that Shen Liang, who is second only to them, would be threatened by mortals.

"Then what does Liang Jun hope to learn?" Gan Yu was a little confused. "You entered the Department of Slaughter, but you have little interest in the Way of Slaughter."

“It’s not that I’m not interested, it’s that I want to learn the secrets that the immortals of Liyue don’t pass on.” Shen Liang finally shrugged. “It’s just that these things aren’t usually taught. Jigong claims to be open-minded, but they don’t have many methods of cultivating immortality.”

"Liang Jun is a demon god, more powerful than immortals, so why is he interested in cultivation methods?"

"Sister Gan Yu, I've said it many times: combat power doesn't mean everything. Immortal arts are actually a very interesting and useful method. They can do even more than the powers of a demon god. For example, the Rock King Emperor is the god of rock, as old as the earth, and all metals and stones in the world are under his control. He's very powerful. But immortal arts are a system. Can he really set up a barrier that allows people to leave but not enter?"

"Lord Liang, the immortal arts were created by the Emperor himself..."

"I'm just giving an example. If the Rock King Emperor didn't understand immortal techniques, he could only create a protective barrier for someone by moving mountains and filling in rocks, and by undertaking large-scale construction. Immortal techniques, on the other hand, only require a simple stroke of the pen. Different immortal techniques have different functions. Some allow one to fly through the clouds, some allow one to see inwards and abstain from grains, and there are also techniques of alchemy and alchemy. These are not things that can be done by demonic powers alone. Our power is stronger than immortal techniques, but strength is not everything."

“But,” Gan Yu thought for a moment, “we also teach you immortal techniques. In fact, Ying Da teaches you how to use a stick and punch in the combat class, and how to circulate your meridians and improve blood circulation… but Liang Jun himself doesn’t go.”

"I don't learn every kind of immortal technique, Sister Gan Yu." Shen Liang was very serious about this question. "Can one achieve immortality by tempering the body and improving blood circulation like this?"

Chapter Seventy-Three: He has already taken the form of great demons. (Tragedy)

"Liang Jun is clearly a demon god, born without evil, so why is he interested in the immortality that mortals pursue?" Gan Yu had just asked when she remembered, "Is it because of... your Sister Yu Tu in that coffin?"

"I guess so." Shen Liang nodded.

"Then these things are indeed unrelated to lifespan."

"Then I won't learn it. Fighting and brawling is not as good as going back to sleep. I won't learn it."